Dear Sons of Bitches,
If you think this letter is addressed to you, then it probably is. So read on.
I do not appreciate the fact that I have befriended you, and you see fit to slam shit around in a childish manner. To this I say in an equally child-like manner- “NO NO NO NO!!!!”
I do not appreciate that I was asked to participate in a group project, and then was sorely under-appreciated, and made to feel that I had over-stepped myself. I over-step myself on a daily basis- the exact reason I was asked to participate in the first place. So, NO! I shall not participate in any other group projects. My writing is better without outside interference anyway.
I do not appreciate that I did my best as a matchmaker, and was not even informed of any juicy details that may have occurred because of my Love Fenaggeling.
I do not appreciate that I was customer friendly, (only because I was paid to be) and was cursed at.
I do not appreciate that I am me, and am compared to someone who is disliked by many. (And who is clearly NOT me.)
I do not appreciate that I tell someone I appreciate their beauty, and do not even receive a hug in response.
Kiss my ass and Fuck Y’all.
A Letter To SOB’s
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Sparklebumpsthebookwhore 
As the letter says, if you think its addressed to you, it probably is.
I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you over the sound of The Sparklebumps Equation.
HA
Grrrrr. I hope that was as therapeutic as it sounded.
Who did this? I keel them. Say, do you have a Twitter account? We’re dying to know. We = me, GingerSnaap, Nicole, Hook, Twindaddy, and so forth.
Why do you wish to know?
I don’t want it to be me, because… just look at my bday post.
I mean, your bday post for me.
We just want to know, so we can chat with you. Forget that othe thing I said.